O Land of Our Birth

Arrane Ashoonagh dy Vannin edo O Land of Our Birth (euskaraz Gure Jaiolekua, literalki Jure Jiotzaren Lurraldea, beste izen batzuk manxeraz Arrane Ashoonagh eta Arrane Ashoonagh dy Vannin, eta ingelesez Isle of Man National Anthem) Man Uharteko ereserkia da.

 Hitzak 
 Ingelesez ManxerazO land of our birth,
O gem of God's earth,
O Island so strong and so fair;
Built firm as Barrule,
Thy Throne of Home Rule
Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air.

When Orry, the Dane,
In Mannin did reign, 
Twas said he had come from above; For wisdom from Heav'n To him had been giv'n To rule us with justice and love.  Our fathers have told How Saints came of old, Proclaiming the Gospel of Peace; That sinful desires, Like false Baal fires, Must die ere our troubles can cease. Ye sons of the soil,In hardship and toil,That plough both the land and the sea,Take heart while you can,And think of the ManWho toiled by the Lake Galilee.| align=center |When fierce tempests smoteThat frail little boat,They ceased at His gentle command;Despite all our fear,The Saviour is nearTo safeguard our dear Fatherland.Let storm-winds rejoice,And lift up their voice,No danger our homes can befall;Our green hills and rocksEncircle our flocks,And keep out the sea like a wall.Our Island, thus blest, No foe can molest;Our grain and our fish shall increase;From battle and sword Protecteth the Lord,And crowneth our nation with peace.Then let us rejoiceWith heart, soul and voice,And in The Lord's promise confide;That each single hourWe trust in His power,No evil our souls can betide.| align=center |O' Halloo nyn ghooie,
O' Ch'liegeen ny s'bwaaie
Ry gheddyn er ooir aalin Yee,
Ta dt' Ardstoyl Reill Thie
Myr Barrool er nyc hoie
Dy reayl shin ayns seyrsnys as shee.

Tra Gorree yn Dane
Haink er traie ec y Lhane
Son Ree Mannin v'eh er ny reihS va creenaght veih HeoseEr ny chur huggey neoseDy reill harrin lesh cairys as graihRen nyn ayryn g'imraaVa Nooghyn shenn traaYn Sushtal dy Hee fockley maghShegin yeearree peccoilMyr far aileyn Vaal,Ve er ny chur mow son dy bragh.Vec ooasle yn TheihllAyns creoighys tooilleilTa traaue ooir as faarkey, Gow creeNy jarrood yn fer mieTa coadey 'n lught-thieRen tooilleil liorish Logh Galilee.| align=center |D'eiyr yn sterrm noon as noalYn baatey beg moalFo-harey hug Eh geay as keaynTrooid ooilley nyn ghaueTa'n Saualtagh ec laueDy choadey nyn Vannin veg veen.Lhig dorrinyn braTroggal seose nyn goraaAs brishey magh ayns ard arraneTa nyn groink aalin glassYn vooir cummal assAs coadey lught-thie as shioltane.Nyn Ellan fo-heeCha boir noidyn eeDy bishee nyn eeastyn as grainNee'n Chiarn shin y reayllVoish strieughyn yn theihllAs crooinnagh lesh shee 'n ashoon ain.Lhig dooin boggoil bee,Lesh annym as cree,As croghey er gialdyn yn Chiarn;Dy vodmayd dagh oor,Treish teil er e phooar,Dagh olk ass nyn anmeenyn 'hayrn.''

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